"Here comes Goosal I think," murmured Tom, and he pointed to an Indian, bent with the weight of years, who, led by Tal's wife, was slowly approaching the hut.
CHAPTER XXI
THE CAVERN
"Now Goosal can tell you," said Tal, evidently pleased that he had, in a measure, solved the problem caused by the burning of the professor's map. "Goosal very old Indian. He know old stories—legends—very old."
"Well, if he can tell us how to find the buried city of Kurzon and the—the things in it," said Tom, "he's all right!"
The aged Indian proceeded slowly toward the hut where the impatient youths awaited him.
"I know what you seek in the buried city," remarked Tal.
"Do you?" cried Tom, wondering if some one had indiscreetly spoken of the idol of gold.
"Yes you want pieces of rock, with strange writings on them, old weapons, broken pots. I know. I have helped white men before."